4 comments/ 38163 views/ 22 favorites The Officer of the Law By: EvelynEden •ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE 18 OR OLDER• "Shit, shit, shit!" I yelled in frustration, banging the steering wheel in front of me. The sirens blared in my ears and I ground my teeth as I put my foot on the break, slowing down and pulling over to the side. The police car pulled over behind me shortly after. I heard the door of the patrol car open and slam shut as the officer walked towards my car, the gravel crunching under his feet with each step he took. I sighed heavily when the figure finally reached my door, the darkness shrouded the guy as he stood next to my window. He made a motion with his hand that indicated he wanted my window down. I begrudgingly complied, watching the sheet of glass go down as his head peered in. His head came forward into the light and I swallowed. He was gorgeous. Dark hooded eyes, seemingly glowing in the night. His hair went a little past his ears but he pushed it back with a hand. Dark brown in colour above a strong jaw. His lips twitched as he appraised me and I swallowed again, this time is discomfort, pulling the sides of my cardigan together. "You realise you were driving faster then the speed limit? Do you have any reason why you would be doing so?" His deep voice gave me shivers and I smiled trying to gain my confidence back from this man. "If I did have a reason would you go easy on me?" He laughed but not in the way I hoped. It was a laugh that made me feel like I missed the punch line. "I'm not the type of guy to take it easy." I nodded uneasy and tried to regain my composure, take control of the situation. "Look officer, I'm sorry about the speeding, I didn't even realise I was doing it. The roads been pretty deserted and its late, I'm just trying to get home." He shook his head and I couldn't help the flutter of my heart as I watched the muscle in his jaw jump. "I'm going to have to ask you to get out of the car Miss." I frowned, the sudden annoyance piked up in my chest and I forgot about the shiver that went down my spine. "You've got to be kidding me, why?" He grinned at my sudden outburst his eyes crinkling at the sides, he looked like he was in his late 20's. "Because I'm going to ask you to take a breath test." I narrowed my eyes, thinking. "And you can't do that while I'm in the car?" I ground out sarcastically. His lips twitched again as he leaned in, his warm breath almost reaching my cheek. "I'm patrolling this road alone tonight as my partner is away on emergency, if I go to get the breath tester, how can I trust you won't just speed off?" I blinked, opening my mouth to speak before shutting it again. I supposed that made sense... and yet the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I nodded and smiled. Well, tried to smile. He stepped back as I slowly opened the door. I didn't really want to get out of the car. I had gone to a party, which wasn't really my speciality, but I had promised that I would be the sober driver. And that's what started it all, leading to my older sister wanting to 'dress me up'. So she convinced me to wear an alarmingly short miniskirt paired with a beige tank top. I was lucky enough to escape with my life and my much loved brown cardigan. I sighed as I thought about the party. If only I had stuck there a little longer rather then feigning a head ache and escaping early, I wouldn't be here with this painfully handsome officer of the law, that for some reason made me as uneasy as a deer in headlights... before the car hits it. I cleared my throat, lowering my eyes as I scooted out of the car, careful to pull down the cardi around my waist. He raised his eyebrows at me and I narrowed my eyes, holding my hands up in the air. "Are you happy now officer, free from the fear of my escape?" The muscle in his jaw jumped and I rolled my eyes. He walked over to the patrol car, leaning into the car and rustling around. I peaked at the corner of my eye and watched as he bent over. I shook my head, clearing my throat as I scolded myself. Was I really perving at an officer of the law? I breathed out a long breath, watching as what looked like a puff of smoke left my mouth. It was freezing. Even my breath seemed to be frozen in this night. I crossed my arms and stomped my feet trying to stay warm. The officer finally found what he was looking for and motioned me forward. He held out the devise and told me to blow. I did, and by the end I was thankful when he told me to stop because I felt as if I was going to pass out. I puffed a little as he checked the reading. He smirked as he looked down at me. "Next time you should probably take a breath before you take a breath test." I rolled my eyes. "Well I've never taken an alcohol test before." He frowned, thinking. "Really? How long have you had your licence for?" I shrugged, counting in my head. "I think I've had my full licence for about two and a half months." He shook his head, dispelling a thought. "Well looks like I'm going to have to give you a ticket for speeding, but you're lucky that's all your getting." I sucked in a breath. "What?! Can't I just have a warning or something? I've never had a fine before." I gaped at him. He looked down at me, searching every detail, analysing my outfit. "Yes, I wonder why." The innuendo behind his words were hard to miss, and the thought that I somehow 'persuaded' gentlemen officers with my womanly ways, because of the way I was dressed now, pissed me off. Badly. I pointed a finger at him, a mean glint in my eyes. "You asshole! Don't you dare suggest that I somehow solicit myself to get out of a bloody ticket!" He cocked his head to side and grinned at my fuming self. Which made me angrier. I reached into my pocket to get something and that's when he suddenly pounced. He pinned my arm behind my back and pushed me up against the patrol car. I shrieked as in a matter of seconds I was smushed against the car with his large body firmly pressed against me. My heart raced and I puffed as I wiggled against him, trying to get free. The more I moved though, the tighter his grip got. "Do you have a weapon?" He asked, his deep voice boomed next to my ear and I shrank as far away as I could. "I don't, I don't-" I stuttered and he growled in my ear. "Don't lie to me girl." He pulled my arm back and I cried out. I heard a metal clink before he pulled my other arm around and pressed cold metal against my wrist. He had hand cuffed me. By this time I felt my heart in my throat, the blood rushing through my ears and I struggled at the cold metal bite on my wrists. "Where is the weapon?" I heard him whisper this time, his mouth moving by hair as he spoke. I yelled out in frustration trying to kick out my legs. "That's how you wanna play, fine." I stilled when I felt his hand touch my side, running his fingers down my hips. "What are you doing?" I tried to scream, but all that came out was a weak mouselike voice. His hand stopped when he reached the small pocket in my skirt. He reached in and pulled out what I had reached for. I felt him move away as he inspected his find. I was too shaken to move, so I stayed there tight up against the car. "A phone?" He questioned, confused. I was shaking, my knees struggling to hold my terrified body. "I was going to get you to call my, my sister, she's in the car with me 80% of the time. She knows I'm a good driver." There was a waver in my voice and I kicked myself at the lack of strength I seemed to have at the moment I needed it most. I heard him breath out in realisation but I could still hear the rigidness in his body. He was still on alert. "Do you have any dangerous items on your personal?" I scoffed at him. "What is wrong with you? Where the fuck do you think I would hide something like that?" I felt the heat of his body as he came closer to me, and even though I was seething, the warmth of him was welcome in the cold. His hands this time started at my neck. I shivered at the light touch. His fingers trailed down my shoulders, slowly letting my cardigan fall to my elbows. I shook as his hands moved past my waist, his hands moving around my hips, till finally they ended at the bottom of my skirt. His breathing got heavy and he seemed to press closer to me. His sudden change in breathing seemed to start a pit of dread in my stomach. I wanted to scream, yell, anything other then stand here silent and shivering. I couldn't seem to move. I was stuck. His large hands touched the sensitive skin of my thigh and I jumped involuntary. My breath hitched in my throat as his fingers moved upwards. I couldn't stand it. My frozen body seemed to hold silent the mad heart that was beating so fast. I was surprised it didn't beat out of my chest. His hands still for a moment, he breathed out a long breath, his face so close to mine. I was finally able to move, but it was a small feat as all I could seem to do was squish myself even closer to the car trying to move away from him. I felt the ache in my chest as my breasts were hard against the window. That only seemed to move him on in his quest. I had a feeling he wasn't searching for weapons anymore. He rubbed his body against mine, moving his hips against my backside. His need was written in his breath. Both of his hands burned across my trembling flesh as he slowly grasped my ass. He grunted and moved his body even closer to me. I could feel something hard pressed up against my backside. I had a good feeling it wasn't his gun. My lip trembled and I whimpered at my frozen state. If I could just move, then I could do something, anything, run. His hardness pressed against me and with that he came alive. His once slow hands became energetic, feeling and prodding. His hands briefly came away from my skirt to rest on the bottom of my shirt, then he started pushing it up. The cold wind touched my exposed back and I gasped. And with that a small seed of courage grew and I yanked my head back, only partially connecting with his head as he moved to the side. I heard him swear and his hands flew off me and up to his injured skull. But by the time I started to move I was already too late. The guy was like terminator, I managed to run two leaps before his steel like arms wrapped around my waist. I screamed, flying my legs around in an attempt to connect to something squishy. He grunted as he pushed me forward now onto the bonnet. I was in an even worse position then before, my breasts crushed hard onto the bonnet, my behind sticking out, leaving my skirt at the mercy of the wind. He moved in hard against me as I puffed. I could feel his hands fumble with my skirt, pushing it further up my waist. His hand stilled on my panties, tracing the lines of the lace. "Get off me," I screamed into the metal of the car, "you fucking bastard," I ground out as I tried kicking out. It was useless, he pushed his knee in between my legs as I was kicking out and I screamed in frustration. He seemed to be able to hold me down with one bar-like arm and unzip his pants at the same time. The panic set in and the overwhelming sense of helplessness dredged through my body. His fingers went to my panties, hooking his finger into the lace and sliding them down. They dropped down to my ankles. That was it, the last layer between me and him. One of his hands slid up my back and then rested on my hip. "Please." Was all I could muster before he rammed hard into me, ripping through my virginity. I screamed as the pain shot through me, vibrating around my abdomen. He grunted, trying to push himself deeper yet. He paused, puffing hard. "Are you.. Are you a virgin?" He asked incredulous. My cheek was resting on the cold hard metal of the bonnet, tears streaming down my face. I could still feel his erection inside me, still and pulsing. "Yes." I wanted to spit all my venom and hate into that single word but all the energy in my body had been sucked out, and all that was left was an empty and hollow word. He breathed in a long an uneasy breath. "How old are you? How are you still a virgin?" His voice was filled with disdain. Which I didn't understand. How was this morally acceptable whether I was a virgin or not? "I'm... I'm 18." I whispered emptily. He swore under his breath, then just went still, thinking. We sat there for two minutes, connected by flesh in the roaring wind till he started to move again. He pulled out and I winced at the stinging sensation of him moving inside me. Then suddenly I felt strangle empty. Cold. His hands were on my again and I whimpered as I waited for him to start again. But it was different, his touch was softer, gentle. He slowly pulled me up so I was standing, but this new position made be woozy. He fiddled in his pants pocket and unlocked the handcuffs, then he pulled me to face him. Suddenly his hands wrapped around my waist and my legs, lifting me up so I was cradled in his arms. "What... What are you doing?" I asked slowly, confused. Was he going to kill me? I looked up at his face through hooded eyes as he carried me to God knows where. "I'm going to make this right. As right as I can." Now I was confused. He walked further into the darkness until suddenly he stopped. He lowered me down onto the ground, and it felt like I was on a soft bed of grass. I looked up and I could see the stars so clear, like all the clouds had parted just for me, just for this moment. I laid there under the stars, seemingly too week to move. I thought, if this is the last thing I see before I die, it wouldn't be the worst way to go. The officer then knelt between my legs. He put both hands beside my shoulders, leaning over me. I looked up into his face and in that moment I didn't fight. What ever would happen to me, would happen. No use fighting it. I frowned when his face moved inches from mine, before he closed the distance and met my lips with his own. At first I did nothing, then after a minute my body seemed to react. My lips started moving with his, gasping when his tongue moved around my mouth in expert patterns, meeting my own. I let go off a small sigh as he continued this slow assault. He moved back and my lips followed sitting up with him. His blazing hands reached the bottom of my shirt, slowly pulling it up. I moved away from his mouth and raised my arms above my head as he tantalisingly slowly pulled it up and over my head. The cold wind seemed to have little effect on my exposed body as he took off his own shirt. His body radiating heat. I looked over his body, gazing the hard toned figure in front of me. I reached out shyly to touch the sculpted rock. I didn't know what was happening, it was like I left everything behind and just my pure animal instinct was in control. He reached around my back, unclasping my bra. My breasts now exposed my nipples were taut in the cold breeze. He laid me back down, his fingers tracing my hair line, running his fingers through my blonde curls. His lips touched my forehead, then slowly trailed little kisses down my neck. I shivered at the small pecks of pleasure running down my skin. His lips finally reached my breasts and I gasped, his tongue circled my nipple and I moaned. There was a tingling in my abdomen and I was confused. Was I enjoying this? Why did he change from the touch police man, to the soft and gentle man in of me. My breathing picked up as he moved to my other nipple, goosebumps covering my flesh. I whimpered when he finally raised his head. He grinned at my protest. He moved his mouth to mine once more and I sighed in pleasure. He looked into my eyes. "What's your name?" He asked suddenly. I had to think, sieving my memory till I found it. "Allison." I whispered. He smiled down at me. "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." His hand cupped my cheek and he looked into my eyes. "Are you ready Allison?" I nodded uneasily, waiting for the pain to come. This time he seemed to go slow. He lowered himself till his erection reached my entrance. My breathing was shallow and my breast rose harshly with each laboured breath. He crushed his lips to mine in a passionate kiss before he pushed himself into me inch by inch. I cried out, feeling the pain again, sharpe pain, and I gasped as I dug my nails into his arm. "It's ok, we're going to do this slow, soon the pain will stop I promise." I nodded trying to hold the pained noises stuck in the throat. Through my lips they came out strangled. He stopped pushing and pulled out, then slowly pushed in again. My breaths were laboured as the pain radiated through my core. But each time he pushed his member inside me the pain seemed to dissipate, till I could hardly feel it. His pace got faster and faster and I clawed his back as he pumped inside me, going deeper and deeper. I moaned as the pain turned to pleasure. A heat started growing in my abdomen and I pulled him close so that his body radiated on mine. His lips came to mine again as he tried to stifle my moans of pleasure. He pounded into me harder and harder, faster and faster to the hilt. Then he grunted as he pulled all the way out then slammed into me hard, his entirety was pushed into my tightness. I cried out at the pleasure and pain all rolled into that one plunge. The heat built up in my stomach and I seemed to get closer to whatever oblivion accompanied this feeling. "I, I, feel something." I wailed, barley getting out the sentence as I moaned in between each cry. He was breathing hard as he continued to pound mercilessly into me. "That's good." He breathed. "Just let it go." I didn't know what he meant by 'let it go' but I couldn't stop the scream that pulsed past my lungs as the heat in my lower stomach exploded into a thousand pieces of pleasure. I gripped hard onto his back, needing to hold him as I fell to pieces in his arms. Tingles spread across my body and my arms and legs shook as he rode me to my end. He continued on a few hard thrusts before he made a grunt like noise and a heat spilled inside me. He collapsed onto my sweat soaked body. His weight was heavy as he lay panting on my chest, and yet the feeling was intoxicating. What had just happened? This man forced himself on me and yet I was laying here under his heaving body, naked figures entangled. I was so confused. "Why... why did you do that?" I asked slowly, unsure. He rolled over to lay beside me, reaching his hand out to tangle his fingers through my hair. "I don't know... I couldn't let that be your first introduction, to, well this." He sighed and rubbed his face with both his hands. "I'm sorry Allison. I wish I could... I wish I never. You are too young to have that innocence stripped from you in a matter of seconds." I sighed, not knowing what to think. What to even say to that. I looked upwards into the sky. Watching the stars that had just before witnessed the taking of my virginity. And yet as I looked into the blackness of the sky, I couldn't help but question what I was feeling right now. Whether I could truly say that I regretted what had just happened and whether I could stop this overwhelming feeling of wanting to do it again. "Does it... Does it have to just be that way?" I looked at him blushing, he frowned at my question. "What do you mean?" I fiddled with my fingers, finding the courage to speak. Of all times, I decided to be shy while lying naked next to an equally naked cop. "Hey, you can ask me anything. After what I did I promise you I won't say no." There was guilt layered thick in his words. He laced his fingers in my hair again, like he had some kind of fascination with the blond ringlets. "Is that the only... position... you can do?" The Officer of the Law I asked, my cheeks reddening more. He paused, then a soft chuckle escaped his lips. I covered my face in embarrassment. His hands grabbed my wrists, pulling them from my face. "Hey hey I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. I just didn't realise how innocent you were... to this thing." I sighed looking up into the sky, avoiding his gaze. I squeaked when he suddenly grabbed me and rolled me over on top of him. He sat up, I was now sitting on his naked lap. His head moved to my chest and started to kiss my breasts. "What are you doing?" I asked confused. He chuckled between each assault on my breasts. "You asked if there were other positions. I thought we'd start with one you'd like." I could feel the hardness once more rising underneath me. I gasped at the quickness. Again? I felt like I should stop, get up and run to my car, flee while I could... And yet. I didn't want to. I was mad. Somehow I had left all my common sense by the car, and right now I was left with this strange creature. "Will you teach me?" I asked, eyes hooded as I gazed at him. He chuckled kissing my neck. "Everything I know."